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Ainz inhaled and exhaled slowly, after a few repetitions he was finally able to calm himself down from Da Vinci's theorizing. Feeling the dread slowly crawling over his spine again, he tried to watch the sun setting to calm himself down again. At least the sight of the setting sun over a smog filled sky was a familiar calming sight.

At the very least all of his Servants, at the moment, were not bothering him. If they were not following any of Ainz's somewhat random instructions, then at least they had at least found themselves something else to occupy their time, leaving Ainz alone. Or at least the most alone he could be with another Servant around.

Ainz glanced at Jekyll, who continued to try his best to fix the mechanical innards of a, for Ainz and his perception of time, ancient technology, the radio.

Ainz, to be honest, had managed to completely forget that the radio was once an actual object, and not just a separate type of communication. That it was a thing people care for and not just a specific name for some network streams with music and periodic conversations that people can listen in to.

Not that such knowledge was so important to Ainz that he had to spend some time ruminating over it. He was simply somewhat swept away by the realization of how different the world he remembered was from the world that he was currently in. A gap of time of only three hundred years or so.

In the previous Singularities, Ainz did not have such ponderings. Be it Renaissance France, The Age of Sails or Ancient Rome. All the previous Singularities' existence was separated from his perception of 'his' world by an imperceptible wall marked 'the past'. Finding himself in a world that was at least somewhat similar in his perception to his 'real' world, and at the same time so very different was an experience. The realization that Ainz really was in the past and not another world entirely came to him very unexpectedly.

"Ha..." - Ainz exhaled mentally… and physically. - "I wonder… Will I find myself one day in the future? Or maybe the world that is even closer to the present?"

Would Ainz end up in the 2000s, or maybe even during World War III in the future? It was a difficult question, because it concerned his very understanding and perception of his current mission.

After all, as Ainz already understood and realized, his influence on the world could be very significant, perhaps even somewhat excessive. But did that mean that Ainz shouldn't do anything that could influence the world at all - or that he needed to be careful about influencing the world?

For example, certain changes in the world, apparently, were already inevitable. However if, theoretically speaking, Ainz in this Singularity left some notes about his future knowledge on the desk of the… Who ruled England nowadays? The King? Or the president? Oh, well whoever leads England is not really the point!

It's just that if he left a note for whoever it was that leads England, in which, say he wrote about the way to develop nuclear weapons? Or, perhaps, the timeline of events that would lead to the impending world wars? All three of them. Could he have prevented the horrors that fell upon humanity? Or perhaps if he did so it would have made it even worse?

Ainz was not even really sure how his actions in this world could affect the future - and the past - and the Servants… Let's just say that things are very complicated right now.

After all, Ainz, in the past, just wanted to help with the Singularities out of a desire to repay his debt to Touch Me. Then after a while it was a game where he could collect some very rare one in a kind collection. Then he became involved because he wanted to help Olga-Marie. Then… And then what?

Ainz sighed as he thoughtfully watched Jekyll twist some mechanical levers on the radio.

Whether he would fix the Singularity or not was not a matter of particular difficulty. No one could have guessed what awaited him around the corner, not to mention the new variables like the Grand Servants that just have been introduced into the general equation. But, if he assumes that he can somehow sort out the Singularities, what is he going to do next?

Yes, Ainz would take on the Singularities as they come and deal with it with the utmost caution and preparation. But the Singularities would be solved eventually. So the question of what he would do in the future arose as the future approached the present. After all Ainz is pretty sure that he wouldn't be able to die of old age, and if he could Da Vinci would probably do something to fix that.

If he were to assume that the world he found himself in was 'his' world of the past, what should Ainz do in the future? After all there has been no indication that this 'world' is anything but the world of his past. Perhaps the Magic and mystical elements, but then the mystical side of the World has a handle on that pretty tight, and there's no way an ordinary salary man like himself would be able to pierce the veil of secrecy.

So what is he going to do in the future that would inevitably come? Should he prevent the World Wars? Ainz has read and been badgered by his guildmates about Time Travel and paradoxes enough to not bother trying. He also is currently working for an organization whose purpose was to safeguard the History of Mankind, having to stop himself from disrupting the Human Order is so cliche that he could see it happening. Ainz doesn't think that Olga would be too happy if he were to create more work for her.

Wait for YGGDRASIL to be created? Well if he were to do his job well, that would inevitably happen, so there's not really much effort needed to be done there. Wait for the moment when his friends are born in this world? Again unless he screwed up somewhere magnificently, should happen naturally in the future.

Though when they inevitably meet again - who can guarantee that they will be the same people with whom Ainz once was able to make friends with? Who can guarantee that Ainz will find common ground with them again? Wouldn't the hundreds of thousands of his previous decisions no matter how infinitesimal they may be not lead to a completely different world in the end? What if one day he meets Genjiro in the future, and he turns out to be a teacher at the local magic academy? And this is not to mention the fact that Ainz felt extremely mixed emotions and very apprehensive about the idea that in this world he could one day, purely theoretically speaking, meet with himself…

Thinking of the innumerable future possibilities , Ainz's head began to ache - so he had to distract himself by massaging his temples.

"A lot of things to think about?" - Jekyll's voice rang out after a second. Ainz turned his eyes to see Jekyll putting the upper part of the radio case back on the panel and began to twist it.

"Perhaps too much." Ainz exhaled, then changed the topic so as not to plunge into the black hole any further. "Speaking of which… Is fixing the radio really that important under the current conditions?"

"Hmm…" Jekyll exhaled at this thought, then shook his head and turned to Ainz, who was sitting on the guest sofa, "There is little hope of this radio connecting with anyone else really. Even if there are other survivors, at the current time, the radio network is the prerogative of only the scientists and magi. And considering what happened to the Association…"

After that, Jekyll froze suddenly and shook his head before continuing, "Anyway, I go on air every day. Who knows, maybe one day there will be a reply. It worked with you after all."

Ainz nodded graciously, and then glanced at the radio. "By the way, I never wondered, but... How does it work?"

"Hmm?" Jekyll blinked, then looked at Ainz in complete surprise, "You don't know?

"Oh", - Ainz blinked. It seems that the idea of his supposed omniscience is coming into play again... - "Hmm, I have never seen such... Device."

"Oh, yes, of course," Jekyll nodded, mentally concluding that Ainz had never seen such 'non-magical' analog devices, or, perhaps something that is so 'primitive'. "Well, without going into the nitty gritty details. A high-frequency signal is created on the transmitter, on which an information signal modulating the carrier frequency is superimposed…"

"Oh", - Ainz blinked, what is he talking about? Judging by the ease with which Jekyll began to start talking about it, the information he wanted to convey to Ainz was simple. Only, Ainz was still lost in the words 'high frequency signal'. Is this that 'Hertz' thing?

"Hmm, I get it," Ainz coughed, then tried to quickly interrupt Jekyll, fearing that by allowing Jekyll to give him the information, he might ask Ainz to answer a couple of test questions, as if testing him as a strict teacher. This is like talking with Da Vinci all over again. Only his suppression of emotions helped Ainz to cope with the irrational panic quickly arising in his gut.

"Hmm... I... Yes, I understand how it works, I just never saw this device in action, yes, definitely."

"Oh, is that so?" Jekyll broke off the stream of incoherent babble instantly, not even surprised that Ainz actually knew how the radio worked. "Then there's nothing difficult if you want to try operating it. You just need to turn on the receiver and…"

"... ke Smith, Second Lieutenant in charge of the British Admiralty Defense, Whitehall, London! Right now, a Devil-knows-what-shit is storming the building and we are asking for support from anyone that can hea... " A moment later a voice crackled from the radio, causing Jekyll to blink in surprise.

"Well, it's definitely working," Ainz remarked to himself.

Jekyll reacted, however, in a completely different way, instantly rushing to the radio, - "Copy. I hear you! Dr. Henry Jekyll responding, what is happening?!"

"A Doctor?!" - At the other end of the radio, a man's voice was heard, - "Who let... Ah, to hell with this! This is Jake Smith of... Oh my god they've broken through!"

"What's going on?!" Jekyll's scream rang out in the living room, forcing Ainz to look tensely at the radio. After a couple of seconds of eerie silence, the radio crackled alive again.

"Oh, Jekyll, baby!" A new voice crackled on the radio. The voice, a high and even a little squeaky voice, sounded barely restrained from turning into laughter, - "I thought you were already dead! But, truly, the child of tabloid literature could not resist such an allure of poor writers. Returning from the dead. Feh, what a cliché!"

"Who are you?" Instantly realizing that the speaker was clearly not on his side and knew too much for a simple passer-by, Jekyll asked a question.

"Fu, doctor, what happened to the famous manners of a British gentleman?" The voice on the other side of the radio was cheerful, as if it could barely refrain from saying a joke.

"Immediately asking the name of a stranger, what bad manners! You should first take me out on a date, while spying on my Master. Then we would take a walk under the moonlight, while you try to kill me with a huge large-caliber rifle from a distance of two million three hundred sixty-two thousand one hundred ninety-five and a half barleycorn? Where is the romance, Dr. Jekyll?"

"What?" Jekyll blinked in surprise and confusion.

"You Brits really do have such a strange system of measurements that even a native don't know a damn thing about it yourself, huh?" The voice on the other end of the connection then suddenly burst out laughing. After a minute of non-stop laughing, the other person continued, - "I-I mean, ha-ha... It's about two kilometer. Just for the sake of helping a dear British friend, I decided to translate it. A broad gesture of help from my side to the enemy by the way!"

Then the voice fell silent for a second, as if it was turning away for a second, and then returned to the conversation, - "Okay, that was a joke, do not be offended too much. A little offense is understandable, I understand. The art of comedy is subjective, after all. Still, some caution is warranted as some people don't even like it when I cut off their head - what impudence. And I even prepared my best, sharpened scissors for a quick cut, what an injustice…"

"Who the hell are you?" Jekyll asked the question again, slowly clenching his hand into a fist. "And what are you doing in the Admiralty?

"Well, doctor, I already explained to you, no? It is indecent to ask a Servant their name at the first meeting!" - The speaker was obviously having fun, answering Jekyll, with ridicule and some measure of insanity. "And what I'm doing here? Well, I grow flowers!"

"Stop spouting nonsense!", - Jekyll clenched his hand into a fist, and struck the table. "You are killing people!."

"But no, I do grow flowers! I mean I have already killed all of them, so you were wrong!" - The speaker barely restrained himself from bursting out laughing at his own joke, - "And in general I kill people in the second place! First, I grow flowers! And the dead people are there just to fertilize them!"

"You bastard," Jekyll could barely restrain himself from crushing the radio receiver..

"Again wrong, doctor, ha-ha!" The Servant, who spoke in response, laughed, - "I never had a mother, so I cannot be an illegitimate son!"

Jekyll was frozen in indecision upon how to respond to such an answer. Clearly Jekyll was no longer able to properly continue the dialogue, so Ainz was forced to step forward, pushing the doctor back a bit.

"Who are you, what are you doing now and what are your plans," Ainz's voice was calm. Although the speaker's behavior could be annoying, the death of people he didn't even know the name of did not affect him in any way. Oh he did know the name of that one person James something? Still, his death is no skin off his back so Ainz was able to conduct a dialogue calmly.

"Oh?" The voice sounded surprised by Ainz's voice. - "Well, wow, we have Big Daddy himself! Well, even my Master loves you and spent the whole we're around talking about you! So you can just imagine how much I just adore you! You know what, the big boss likes talking about you so much that it felt like we already know each other quite well! Just for you, you can call me Mr. M." What followed is five minutes of the sort of dithering and squeeing that teenagers do when talking to their crush. Ainz wasn't really sure on how to respond, so he simply stayed silent. It didn't take long for the crazed Servant horrific rant to be over.

"Now I'm talking to you - and when I finish - I'll go kill people dead. Well, alive ones. Dead people are difficult to kill. So you have to look for new ones."

"I see.", - Ainz replied calmly, after which he asked a question, - "Why are you killing people?"

"Pft, what a stupid question!" - M, who was talking, snorted, - "Because I like to kill people of course, silly! Wow, what an unexpected answer, what a deep motivation! Feel my deepest moral philosophy growing out of a terrible mental childhood trauma!"

"And?" Ainz asked another question.

"And because I was allowed to," - The servant seemed to be rolling his eyes, - "that should be obvious, no? Of course, if I had not been allowed, I would not have been doing this, but I am absolutely loyal to my beloved Master! I am literally burning with my desire to serve him faithfully!"

A second later, as if in an exaggeratedly caricatured pantomime of a clown, the Servant sucked in air noisily, as can be heard to the static of the radio. - "What…! Oh no, I'm really on fire! Sorry, our conversation has to end here! Sorry, but I urgently need to start running around screaming about how much it hurts me to be on fire! Bye Bye!"

After the harsh sound of an object hitting something, the radio was completely silent, leaving only Ainz and Jekyll staring at the now silent radio. But, soon Ainz rightly realized that trouble does not come alone.

"Ainz!" Da Vinci's loud voice made Ainz look at the approaching girl, leading Fran, trying her best to look as inconspicuous as possible. The shy Servant looked calm but at the same time clearly extremely nervous, not knowing where to put her hands, when Da Vinci was dragging her around - "We've got bad news…"

Right now, Ainz was presented with a dilemma. Just now he had received information that the Admiralty was under attack. On the other hand, right now, on the other side of London, somewhere in Victoria Park, Fran was able to identify a huge cluster of automatons, probably doing the same thing.

Da Vinci, in turn, was able to confirm that in both cases Servants were present among the attackers. However, any further information remained shrouded in gloom.

How many Servants? How strong were they? What is the identity of these Servants? Unfortunately, Da Vinci could not determine such things, the fog spreading across London literally squeezed the mana out of Da Vinci's magic. Of course, developing a spell that could break through such an effect would only take Da Vinci a couple of hours. A couple of hours that Ainz didn't have.

However, Fran, in turn, could confirm one thing. Both groups of enemy Servants had monstrously powerful sources of electricity in their ranks.

And this complicated the matter somewhat since Ainz could not accurately predict what in this case this information meant. Does it indicate the level of the opponents' strength, their abilities - or was it just a random phenomenon that had nothing to do with the Servants?

In other words, in the current conditions, rather than intercepting these unknowns, Ainz would prefer to establish a tracking system for the enemy Servants. After which, after studying the information that he could get, go into battle already having ample information on hand. However, such an observation would take time, which in the current conditions was sorely lacking for Ainz. At least if he wants to minimize the future distortions that would inevitably appear.

Yes, he was not that worried about the lives of ordinary people, but he was worried about the consequences of their death. The situation was similar to a hostage rescue - only in this case, the hostages were going to be killed every second that Ainz hesitated.

And although, of course, Ainz could have hoped that sooner or later the enemy would get tired of doing such tiresome things, judging by his recent interaction with the hostile Servant via the radio, the likelihood of such a development happening was very unlikely. And if the enemy kills too many people, who knows what will happen to humanity. Causality and history will be so grossly violated, that the way the World will rationalize such a major disturbance would be very drastic indeed.

Ainz frowned as he reflected on the situation.

It was not even a trap. A trap suggested that the trap creator would at least try to disguise that he was creating one. No, it was an open invitation in which Ainz would be provoked into a reaction, a quick response. But to what ends?

Perhaps the enemy simply wanted to drain Ainz's forces in this way? Forcing him to spend his resources protecting people before finishing the battle with one major blow? Or was it an attempt to study Ainz and his Servants capabilities through the battles? Maybe the enemy was calculating and trying to find Ainz's weaknesses for a subsequent crushing blow?

Ainz exhaled tightly and then closed his eyes.

He could not just not try to rescue as many of the survivors as possible. But at the same time, stupid hasty decisions would not help anyone… Especially if the trap were not composed of just Servants. Even Da Vinci could not vouch unequivocally which of the opponents Ainz was supposed to meet and destroy in the incidents.

And time continued to move inexorably on, forcing Ainz to think faster and faster.

"Da Vinci, have you recovered fully?" Ainz glanced at Da Vinci, making her chuckle.

"I am the greatest genius of all." Da Vinci rolled her eyes, but Ainz did not fall for her bravado.

"My question has not been answered." After Ainz's terse reply, Da Vinci exhaled, then slowly looked away.

"For most battles, yes," Da Vinci admitted slowly, "However, if I run into someone like Paracelsus again…"

Ainz shook his head. Yes, he could replenish Da Vinci's mana instantly, but at the same time it was a last, extreme measure that could damage Da Vinci's body. Besides, even for the omnipotent genius of magic and science, the problem of fatigue is not only physical, but also mental and moral. The depletion of such resources she suffered while battling Paracelsus - was still quite sharp.

In other words, Da Vinci could not participate in a new battle so quickly after the previous one. Which is a shame, since Da Vinci was one of Ainz's strongest and most reliable combatants. If she couldn't fight, ha...

"Okay", - Ainz nodded, - "I will go personally."

"Hmm?" Da Vinci gave Ainz a slightly surprised look, followed shortly by Jekyll - and probably Fran, before she started smiling. "Try not to destroy London in the process."

"Wait a minute, since when does a Master fight on the front lines?" Jekyll tried to interfere with what he assumed is a suicidal plan - but one expressive look sent from Da Vinci silenced him.

"However, it won't work for me to be in several places at once - and if there are too many Servants among the opponents…" - Ainz shook his head, - "Well, in that case, the overall plan will look like this…"

"Why am I, like, doing this at all?" A dashing loud voice echoed down the street, surpassing the loudness of even the hum of mechanical creatures continuing to break into houses, the crackle of broken doors and the screams of people, - "I'm like, so pissed! Like, I am damn golden pissed! Really!"

"It is impossible to be 'golden' pissed, idiot." Came a response that was much less loud, but much higher in tone and feminine sounding. - "Although I agree with you for once. I can't believe that a devoted housewife such is me is being forced to participate in the mass murder of people ~ micon…"

"Damn, it's just so infuriating, it's totally bullshit!" The loud male voice answered the girl before moving, - "Damn, I want it all to fail! Like damn, what the hell…"

"How strange - I hear you speaking, but I hardly understand it." The familiar voice of Arthuria, cold and calm, spread along the empty street, forcing the two erstwhile speakers to turn around.

Two Servants familiar Servants were standing on the roof of a tall building sandwiching the narrow road, separated by only a couple of tens of meters.

On one side was Arthuria, whose cold aura seemed to make the already chilly London evening even colder. Next to Arthuria was Saber, whose face was just as hidden as all the days before.

On the ground were two Servants. One was a girl who was wearing completely inappropriate clothing for such chilly weather - a light kimono barely covered her very appealing forms. Her blue clothes contrasted well with her pink hair. The two red fox ears, directed upwards, made her appearance even the more exotic.

Next to the fox was a man, whom it was impossible to call otherwise than a macho. His huge muscles threatened to tear his white shirt and black pants apart. With his shirt's top two buttons unbuttoned, and a short haircut of golden hair and black sunglasses completed the image of a fujoshi's seme bait completely.

"Wow, we have a beauty here!" The macho man hollered towards Arthuria that had just appeared.

"W-what did you call Fa… Arthuria?!" Which turned out to be a perfect provocation in the helmeted Saber's point of view.

"Huh?" The man instantly turned a glance towards the armored Saber, then blinked, - "Well, like, I just said. I called her a beauty…"

"Bastard!" Instantly Saber lunged forward towards the muscly Servant. Arturia just had enough time to sigh, before jumping after the red Saber. Only once before had she seen such fanaticism in her life before.

However, she seemed to be just unable to remember who it reminded her of.

Rising from his seat, the Servant stretched. What a fun time! He managed to talk on the radio with the respected Dr. Jekyll himself! And before that, kill a bunch of people! And after that he killed some more!

The Servant could hardly refrain from breaking into a song - life was so good for him now. But, of course, it would be better if not for the bullet that just pierced into his body, making him instantly bend over in pain.

"Oh, come one, what the hell!" The Servant instantly straightened up to look in the direction of the one who had just attacked him, - "What about saying hello?!"

"I don't want to defile myself by addressing you one such as you, clown," Nobunaga's voice was cold and distant, as always. In contrast to the still smoking musket in her hand, which appeared out of nowhere - and, a second later, also disappeared into nowhere.

"A Clown?" The man looked around himself, - "I don't see a…"

His flawless body with pale skin. His purple hair, so flawlessly styled in curls. His lovely hat. His twisted horns rising upward. His white mask is on his face. His red and blue motley outfit...

"Oh yes, that's right! I'm a clown!" The clownish Servant agreed with the observation of the girl, and then straightened his hat, not paying attention to the bleeding wound in the stomach, - "But if i were one then I must be a great one!"

A second later, a new musket appeared in Nobunaga's hand... And a second later, a sharp pain pierced her hand - forcing Nobunaga to unclench her hand.

"Ha?" Nobunaga looked at her hand, on which a long cut had suddenly appeared, "What?

"Oh, it seems that the main act of our circus program has begun!" - The clown smiled, looking straight into Nobunaga's eyes. All that Nobunaga could see was unbridled madness. "This is my favorite, you know. The deadly main act of this show!"

"Hmm?" The voice of a man, a low baritone echoed across the wasteland, - "You can not hide from me, it's useless. I can smell the electric field that you create. Still, it is an entertaining picture."

A second later, Medusa, realizing that her presence had been detected, in one continuous movement moved in front of her potential enemy.

The man made a wonderful impression of a gentleman with his inherent stateliness. Thoroughly styled shoulder-length dark hair with the ends turning into gray and with two eye catching teal fringes framing his face. Dressed in a blue and white jacket, over whose shoulders a blue cloak with white fur lining was draped. Although, of course, the one detail of his appearance that would catch the most attention was the bronze glove worn on his right hand. Between its bronze fingers sparks of electricity continued to periodically crackle.

"Oh, a beautiful young lady." The man's stately voice spread across the wasteland, - "It's sad that you decided to become my opponent. But if you back down - then I swear that I will not pursue you - consider this my personal promise."

Medusa did not answer these words, only reaching for her two blades and the chain that connects them.

"Is that your choice, then?" The man correctly interpreted such a sign of aggression. - "Pity."

A second later, a huge lightning bolt struck down from the sky, literally vaporising the place where Medusa was standing.

"What a pity, what a pity…" The man, convinced of his victory, turned to return to his, ahem, how unpleasant it was to say this to him, 'ally'. But a moment later his peripheral vision noticed the movement of Medusa, forcing him to tilt his body a few degrees back.

"Oh, you survived…" The gentleman's expression expressed interest, - "But you still want to fight with me... To the highest degree I do not recommend this course of action, you will lose."

Ignoring the remark, Medusa tried to hit the man again. However, as if predicting her movement in advance, the stately man simply bent his body a few degrees to dodge the strike. After which Medusa had to jump away from the lightning that struck her previous position.

"Well, as I understand it, I won't be able to dissuade you." The man exhaled, looking at Medusa with some sadness, and then shook his head. "I'm very sorry, but my conscience is clear. I did warn you…"

Ainz looked at the Servant in front of him.

"So. It. Is. You. Who. Wished. To. Stop. Me." The voice of the speaker was chopped, low, and sounded as if it was distorted by mechanical interference. It was as if his voice was produced by letting off steam from slightly opened valves, - "Commendable. But. I. Do. Not. Feel. Any. Strength. In. You. Step. Back. When. It. Is. Not. Too. Late."

Ainz swallowed.

"I. Not. Will. Chase. You. This. World. Doomed. No. Need. To. Fight. You." The speaker was slow and unhurried, watching Ainz with his one red glowing eye.

Ainz exhaled.

"So you are…" - Ainz blinked again, - " A Mecha?"

The Servant opposite Ainz was a robot. It was very tall by human standards - it stood more than two meters high. The metallic figure towered over the idyllic environment of an Industrial Age London. Its mechanical armor was only vaguely similar to a human figure, its disproportionately massive cylindrical head looked at the world with a single red eye, and a three-fingered hand held a huge club, whose pommel looked more like a giant staff. The weapon was large even for the massive figure of the robot, whose mechanical parts continued to rotate even now.

"I. Am. The. Embodiment. Of. My. Dreams.", - the Servant replied to Ainz calmly, - "This. Is. Not. A. Robotic. Platform. It. Is. My. Body. After. I. Looked. Into. The. Future. That. Have. Not. Yet. Happened"

"So… You are a mecha." Ainz smiled.

The Servant fell silent slowly before steam escaped from his mouth, a movement reminiscent of a sigh. "Yes."

"Excellent", - Ainz smiled.

In the last Singularity, he had hoped that he would be able to fight another mecha!

"The plan is this." The voice of Jalter was unusually cheerful, - "We stab and maybe burn the enemy until they die, and then we move on to another. Questions?"

"Em, Jalter…" - Mashu looked at the Servant, then at dozens of robots that, noticing the approaching Servants, stopped breaking into other people's houses and at the moment were heading towards the both of them at their fastest possible speed. - "Are there any more parts to this plan of yours?"

"Whoever breaks the most will get candy from Ainz!" Jalter grinned.

"Uuuuuu!" - Fran supported Jalter's exuberance as expressively as she could.

"Jalter, I don't think that…" - Mashu tried to cut in, but...

"It's too late, the battle has begun!" Without listening to Mashu's complaints, Jalter rushed forward. Fran followed after her a second later.

"Oh, why does this happen to me every time..." - Mashu exhaled.

'If anything - I can count the amount that you destroyed so that you are not distracted by it!' Galahad gave what could pass as a silver lining. 'Now go ahead, candy from Ainz is waiting for you, Mashu!'

Mashu, surrendering to the mercy of her circumstances, only shook her head, and then rushed forward.

Extract From the Classified Archives of the Clock Tower (Wizard Marshal Level and above) "A Dissertation about Elizabeth Bathory". First part of the dossier.:

In an absolutely unknown way, Elizabeth Bathory acquired divinity.

Perhaps this is one of the biggest mysteries about Elizabeth Bathory, amongst all the other strange facts about the Countess. No factography, genealogical research, or even mythological and religious research indicate that the Hungarian aristocrat could receive Divinity in any way. However, albeit of a rather low rank, Elizabeth Bathory really possesses a rank of Divinity that surpasses even that of the legendary Medusa. A mere Countess somehow possessing a higher rank of Divinity than that of a goddess from the Age of the Gods is ridiculous. Yet it is so.

Perhaps the only possible reason for this, as insane as it sounds, is the belief that the minor goddess of poor singing Elizabeth is really the Bloody Countess Elizabeth Bathory... Which, of course, is a completely crazy idea, but at the same time the only possible thing that could explain how such a thing happened.

In addition, the reflection of Elizabeth Bathory, Carmilla may also, after recent research, be summoned not only as an Assassin, but as a Berserker suffering from multiple personality disorder. However, one of the likely personalities of Carmilla, in this case, thanks to the influence of the Innocent Monster skill, will have the ability to seduce. More specifically, the theoretical Berserker Servant would possess the Song of the Sirens, or at least an analogue of this skill, reflecting her 'voice that inclines people to evil' described in her legends. A part of her legend which was later embodied in the Servant Elizabeth Bathory as the absence of a musical ear and voice that could lead people to kill themselves...